I hated my brother. I hated how easily he made fun of me and beat me up as a kid. I hated how stupid he was and how he was praised for barely passing classes with a “C” average. I hated how he received more attention from my parents than…
Journal
Sometime in the beginning of 2013
A Story: There was this guy. Average in every way possible. He was a nice guy. Quiet and shy. One day he realizes he likes men. Of course he doesn’t tell anybody. So life goes on. And as the years go by, he becomes confused. And confused. And confused. Lost….
Stories
To the roommate who saved my life
When I was 21 years old, I moved to San Francisco by myself. At that time, I didn’t realize just how lonesome the real world could be. This is the story of how my roommate saved my life, and how I wasn’t there to save his. He was a short…
Stories
To the child who blames himself for everything
I hope this letter helps. I hope it’s not too late. Because none of it is your fault. And by none of it, I mean your dad’s drinking. You never once put the beer in his hand or made him drink it all down, So there’s no need to keep…
Journal
Sometime in the middle of 2011
I feel like my life is about to turn around for the better this time. I don’t really know how to describe it, but strangely, I kind of anticipated it. It’s the kind of feeling you get when you’re walking home on a quiet night after a long day of…
My Life In Blog
Life: A message to my future daughter
I want to start off by letting you know how happy I am that you’re in my life and to let you know you’re beautiful. At the time of writing, I am 24 years old. I have my Bachelors in Psychology and I am working with at-risk adolescent girls. My…
Stream of Consciousness
To the person who has lost all hope
How did you find your way back here?Did you get lost again? Did the frustration and anger that was building up over the days finally get the best of you? Did you run back here to make it all go away? I know, people told you it would get better.But…
Stories
To the person with a drunk for a dad
The childhood memories I have of my dad are somewhat distorted. But I do remember the vivid sounds of keys rattling outside the front door of our house almost as if someone were scrambling to break their way inside. My body would tense up and, reacting on their own, my…
My Life In Blog
My life in blog
Hello. You may be wondering what type of blog this will be or who I am. To be honest, I’m trying to figure out the same thing. I will start by saying that my name is E. and I recently graduated from San Francisco State University. I don’t know what…
Journal
Sometime at the end of 2012
I had that dream again. The one where I wake up to the sound of familiar voices coming from outside the bedroom door. The dream where I walk downstairs and as I glance around, I come to a gradual stop and my face is in disbelief at the sight of…
Stream of Consciousness
To the person who feels replaceable
People are easily replaceable. I usually don’t let this line of thinking prevent me from enjoying life during my manic phase. After all, it’s a universal truth that things change and people leave and we have to make room for the new people in our lives. So, I tell myself…